wanted to touch her. He wanted to touch
her more than he wanted to draw his next breath. Worried about scaring her
away, he pushed aside his desire and reached for her wet clothes. “I’ll put
these in the dryer for you.”
“Thank you. Could I maybe borrow a blanket
or something to wrap around my legs?”
He thought it a shame to cover up those
pretty legs, but he didn’t want her to be cold. “There’s an afghan on the back
of the couch. Why don’t you grab it and I’ll meet you in the kitchen?”
She gave him a small smile. “Sounds good.”
Concentrating on taking care of her clothes
gave him the chance to get his body back under control. He added his wet
clothes to hers and started the dryer. After tossing the wet towel he’d used on
Walker on top of the dryer, he headed for the kitchen.
She came into the kitchen as he removed the
milk from the refrigerator. She’d wrapped the afghan his grandmother made ten
years ago around her and tucked in one end at her waist to make it look like a
sarong. A sheepish expression brought the pink back to her cheeks.
“Not exactly a fashion statement, am I?”
“Considering you plowed your car into a
tree a short time ago, I think you look damned good.” Dax took cocoa, sugar and
salt from the cabinet. “I wasn’t sure if your accident should be reported or
not, but I called our sheriff to make sure. Brad will check out your car
tomorrow morning.”
Kelcey bit her bottom lip. “I need to call
my insurance agent too.”
“Use my phone.”
“Her number is in my cell phone, which is
in my purse in my car. I really don’t want to get wet again to get my cell.”
“So you’ll call her in the morning. There’s
nothing she can do tonight anyway.”
“That’s probably true.” She stepped closer
and peered into the saucepan. “You make hot chocolate from scratch ?”
“Sure. It’s better that way.” He gave the
concoction a quick stir. “Doesn’t Emma make hers from scratch?”
“Yes, but you’re a guy.”
“Yep, I’m definitely a guy.” One who could
smell the rain in her hair, see the way the light over the stove illuminated
her eyes…those incredible, sexy, blue eyes.
Dax had to look away from her to get his
hormones back under control again. “What happened? Why did you hit the tree?”
“The lightning scared me and I jerked the
wheel. Then I hit a huge puddle on the side of the road. I lost control of my
car.”
“You’re lucky you aren’t seriously hurt.”
She held up one hand, palm toward him. “I
can swear that airbags do work and seat belts hold you in place.”
“Think you’ll be bruised tomorrow?”
Kelcey shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
He took two thick mugs from the cabinet.
“Will you do something for me?”
“What?”
“If you’re sore tomorrow, see a doctor. It
won’t hurt you to get checked out.”
She smiled, accepted the mug of cocoa from
him. “Okay.”
Dax picked up his mug from the countertop.
“Let’s go in the living room.”
Walker lifted his head and thumped his tail
when they walked into the room. After Kelcey sat on one end of the couch, he
shifted so he lay at her feet.
“I swear you hypnotized my dog.”
He enjoyed the contented expression on
Kelcey’s face while she rubbed Walker behind his ears. “He’s so beautiful.
Aren’t you, Walker?”
He licked her hand and whined softly.
“That’s it. He officially loves you.”
Still petting the dog, Kelcey turned her
head toward Dax. “How do you know?”
“He kissed your hand. I told you Walker is
very stingy with his kisses.”
“Then I’m honored.”
Holding her mug with both hands, she curled
her legs beneath her in the corner of the couch. She should’ve looked silly in
his too-big sweatshirt with the afghan wrapped around her legs. Instead, she
looked soft. Comfortable. Lovely.
Desirable.
Dax stretched his arm along the back of the
couch. Another few inches and he could touch her hair. He wondered what
her more than he wanted to draw his next breath. Worried about scaring her
away, he pushed aside his desire and reached for her wet clothes. “I’ll put
these in the dryer for you.”
“Thank you. Could I maybe borrow a blanket
or something to wrap around my legs?”
He thought it a shame to cover up those
pretty legs, but he didn’t want her to be cold. “There’s an afghan on the back
of the couch. Why don’t you grab it and I’ll meet you in the kitchen?”
She gave him a small smile. “Sounds good.”
Concentrating on taking care of her clothes
gave him the chance to get his body back under control. He added his wet
clothes to hers and started the dryer. After tossing the wet towel he’d used on
Walker on top of the dryer, he headed for the kitchen.
She came into the kitchen as he removed the
milk from the refrigerator. She’d wrapped the afghan his grandmother made ten
years ago around her and tucked in one end at her waist to make it look like a
sarong. A sheepish expression brought the pink back to her cheeks.
“Not exactly a fashion statement, am I?”
“Considering you plowed your car into a
tree a short time ago, I think you look damned good.” Dax took cocoa, sugar and
salt from the cabinet. “I wasn’t sure if your accident should be reported or
not, but I called our sheriff to make sure. Brad will check out your car
tomorrow morning.”
Kelcey bit her bottom lip. “I need to call
my insurance agent too.”
“Use my phone.”
“Her number is in my cell phone, which is
in my purse in my car. I really don’t want to get wet again to get my cell.”
“So you’ll call her in the morning. There’s
nothing she can do tonight anyway.”
“That’s probably true.” She stepped closer
and peered into the saucepan. “You make hot chocolate from scratch ?”
“Sure. It’s better that way.” He gave the
concoction a quick stir. “Doesn’t Emma make hers from scratch?”
“Yes, but you’re a guy.”
“Yep, I’m definitely a guy.” One who could
smell the rain in her hair, see the way the light over the stove illuminated
her eyes…those incredible, sexy, blue eyes.
Dax had to look away from her to get his
hormones back under control again. “What happened? Why did you hit the tree?”
“The lightning scared me and I jerked the
wheel. Then I hit a huge puddle on the side of the road. I lost control of my
car.”
“You’re lucky you aren’t seriously hurt.”
She held up one hand, palm toward him. “I
can swear that airbags do work and seat belts hold you in place.”
“Think you’ll be bruised tomorrow?”
Kelcey shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
He took two thick mugs from the cabinet.
“Will you do something for me?”
“What?”
“If you’re sore tomorrow, see a doctor. It
won’t hurt you to get checked out.”
She smiled, accepted the mug of cocoa from
him. “Okay.”
Dax picked up his mug from the countertop.
“Let’s go in the living room.”
Walker lifted his head and thumped his tail
when they walked into the room. After Kelcey sat on one end of the couch, he
shifted so he lay at her feet.
“I swear you hypnotized my dog.”
He enjoyed the contented expression on
Kelcey’s face while she rubbed Walker behind his ears. “He’s so beautiful.
Aren’t you, Walker?”
He licked her hand and whined softly.
“That’s it. He officially loves you.”
Still petting the dog, Kelcey turned her
head toward Dax. “How do you know?”
“He kissed your hand. I told you Walker is
very stingy with his kisses.”
“Then I’m honored.”
Holding her mug with both hands, she curled
her legs beneath her in the corner of the couch. She should’ve looked silly in
his too-big sweatshirt with the afghan wrapped around her legs. Instead, she
looked soft. Comfortable. Lovely.
Desirable.
Dax stretched his arm along the back of the
couch. Another few inches and he could touch her hair. He wondered what
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